21. Lettie
Lettie
A fter dinner, we checked on Bucky in the trailer, feeding him a few flakes of hay and making sure he had a bucket full of clean water before heading to our room. Beckham had called to check in on how the pickup went, and that’s when we learned the horse's nickname.
A typical bay, his coat was a rich, dark brown with black accents on his legs, ears, mane, and tail. He had a little white star between his eyes that oddly looked like the shape of Texas.
Our room was drastically smaller than the last one, putting emphasis on just how close Bailey and I would be in that bed tonight.
We’d gone camping so many times over the years that we were no strangers to sleeping close to each other, but we were never alone.
My brothers were always there, acting their usual obnoxious selves and pulling pranks.
One year, Brandy and I woke up with our tent in a damn tree.
We’d stolen some of my parents' liquor to take on that trip. It was our first time getting drunk as teens, so we slept right through them moving our sleeping bags and tent. We’d get them back for that one day, I’d make sure of it.
Bailey was in the shower as I changed, opting for my oversized t-shirt and shorts again. I laid them out on the bed, stripping my clothes from the day. I pulled on my shirt when Rouge shot off the bed, his paw snagging on the hole of my shorts, unintentionally taking them with him.
“Rouge!” I chased after him, my heart picking up speed as I heard the water in the bathroom shut off.
“Rouge,” I hissed at my dog. Thinking it was a game, he spun, chasing his non-existent tail, my shorts hanging on for the ride.
Australian Shepherds typically had docked tails, but that never stopped Rouge from trying to reach the little nub.
I bent over, grabbing at his fur to try to get him to stay still so I could unhook my shorts from his back leg.
As I got a hold of him, the bathroom door opened behind me. Rouge and I both froze, knowing who stood there.
There was silence, and then Bailey cleared his throat. “Lettie...”
Perfectly aware that my underwear did little to hide my ass, I straightened, yanking the shorts with me. Rouge darted past me as I turned to come face to face with Bailey, his chest glistening with water just inches from mine .
“Rouge stole my shorts,” I said as a way of explaining my mooning him. My cheeks heated as he studied me, something like hunger shining in his eyes.
I inhaled deeply. It was just my ass. I’m sure Bailey had seen plenty of those in his lifetime. He took a step forward, and in response, I took a step back. He took notice of the space I left between our bodies, then brought his forest green eyes back up to mine.
“I trained him well while you were gone.”
“You trained him to take women's pants?”
His lips twitched, and he took another step forward. I was all too aware of the fact that he wore nothing but a towel draped low around his waist.
“No, but I should have.”
Attempting to keep the space, I took one more step backwards when my back hit the wall. His wet hair hung over his forehead, drops of water falling between us off the chocolate strands.
“You’re too scared to do it yourself, you have to make the dog do it?
” My voice was too breathy, and he took one last step forward, his hands coming up to the wall on either side of my head.
He caged me in, and it should be suffocating, but in this moment, I never felt more alive, every hair on my body standing on end with anticipation.
“Kind of hard to take your pants off when you were three hundred miles away, but now that you’re right in front of me, I’m not waiting any longer. ”
It was useless to try to hide the effect he was having on me right now, but that didn’t stop me. “It’s a good thing my pants aren’t on then.”
He smirked. “Ripping this shirt off of you will more than make up for it.”
I gasped as he did just that, his hands coming to the neckline of my ratty t-shirt and yanking it, the material tearing easily.
I stood there as it slid down my arms to the floor.
The only thing left covering me was my lacey underwear.
His eyes roamed my body as he kneeled down.
I watched him as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties before looking up at me.
“I’ve dreamt of what you would look like standing before me like this for as long as I can remember. What you would taste like when you finally let me devour you. How you would feel when you let me in for the first time.”
I bit my lip as he slowly tugged my underwear down, the gentleness of it a contrast to how he removed my shirt.
He took me in, and fuck, if his starved expression didn’t make my thighs clamp together, my body begging for any kind of pressure. He slid his hands in between my legs, pulling my thighs apart.
He brought his gaze back up to mine. “No more hiding, Lettie. No more running. I’m taking what I’ve craved, and the only way I’m stopping is if you tell me to.”
The thought didn’t even cross my mind as I let my body sag against the wall to spread my legs just an inch wider, showing him I wanted it just as much as he did .
His lips lifted as he slid his hands around to the backs of my thighs. “Hold on,” he commanded.
I laced my hands through his wet hair a second before he lifted me with little effort, settling my legs over his shoulders. All that ranch work paid off, if not for the simple pleasure of him manhandling me.
I gasped, my body at his mercy as he licked back to front, his tongue buried in my pussy. A groan escaped him as he discovered how wet I already was.
“You taste better than I ever could have imagined, Huckleberry.”
I pulled at his hair in response to the nickname. Now was not the time for childish names.
He looked up at me, his head still between my legs.
“Two can play the punishment game, Lettie.” He lifted his right hand and brought it back down with a hard slap, gripping my ass in both hands.
Pleasure surged through me at the sting his palm left, the slight pain coursing through my body as I ached for his tongue back on me.
A smirk crested his lips before he brought his mouth back to my center, his tongue easily finding my clit and lapping at it.
I moaned, leaning my head back against the wall as he anchored me in place. “You like that, Lettie?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
With my legs still wrapped around his shoulders, he brought one hand around to slide one finger into me, curling it just right as he pumped it in and out. My mouth popped open, the sensation eliciting another moan from my lips.
His mouth worked me as he added a second finger.
I ground my hips against his face as he sucked on my clit, his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves.
I always had fantasies of being with Bailey, but never expected them to come true.
Now that it was happening, my body couldn’t hold back at how it reacted to him.
All-consuming, taking over every thought in my head, every nerve in my body.
I was at Bailey’s mercy, and there wasn’t a single place on this planet I’d rather be.
His other hand was still gripped on my ass, encouraging my hips as I ground against his mouth. He released my clit, his breath hot on my skin.
“You tell me when you’re going to come, Lettie.” His slight stubble blissfully scratched against my thighs as he spoke.
I managed a nod as his fingers pumped in and out of me, his mouth closing back over my clit. He added a third finger, and the fullness of them inside me caused pressure to build low in my belly. His tongue lapped at my clit hungrily, sending sparks to my vision.
“Bailey,” I breathed.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice vibrated through my center and I closed my eyes, my head arched back against the wall. He could call me anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.
“Now.” I managed to get out. He moved his tongue down to my opening as his fingers worked me.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice was all I needed to send me over the edge.
I exploded, stars erupting in my vision as I tried to quiet my scream, gasping at the orgasm that rippled through my entire body.
He kept fingering me, his rhythm never slowing as I clenched around him.
My hands fisted in his hair, keeping his head between my legs as I came down off my high.
As I relaxed against him, he slowly removed his fingers, his tongue licking me clean.
Slowly, he set me back on my feet, then stood up, his hand trailing up my body to land on my neck, his fingers closing around it, but adding no pressure.
“Open,” he commanded.
I parted my lips and he slipped one of his fingers that had been inside me in my mouth.
I closed my lips around the digit, sucking on it.
My tongue swirled his finger, licking it clean the same way he did between my legs.
He groaned as he watched my mouth work his finger.
Just that simple action had me getting wet again.
He slowly pulled it out of my mouth, causing a popping noise to sound when it was freed.
“The next time you feel like running, Lettie, think of my tongue between your legs, lavishing up every last drop of you. You may hate how everyone cares about you, but I know for a fact you didn’t hate how I just made you feel.”
I nodded, at a loss for words.
“Now we’re going to go to bed together and sleep, and you’re not going to overthink what just happened. Got it?”
I nodded again. I was in complete awe of what had just transpired between us and the man Bailey became when he got a hold of me.
“Oh, and Lettie?”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t hold back those screams. I want to hear my name on those lips the next time I make you come on my tongue, and the same goes for my cock. Because mark my words, Lettie Bronson, I will be inside that sweet pussy of yours. Got it?”
I gulped audibly, my core heating all over again as he released my neck. Bailey could make me fall to my knees with just a few words.
I felt bad for every woman that’s never had a cowboy between her legs. They were a different breed when they were hungry.